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The s'mores were good. Sara made a mess of herself, getting melted chocolate and bits of marshmallow all over her hands, face, and chest. She also set the first three marshallows she tried to roast on fire before I convinced her of the correct distance from the fire to hold them.
"Guess it's a good thing you didn't get dressed then; you're all messy again."
She laughed and nodded, inattentively cremating another marshmallow.
Once we'd had our fill of s'mores, I put some hot chocolate over the fire and told her she had time to wash up before it got hot. I glanced at the darkening sky and the sudden breeze blowing through the trees; there was a cold front coming, but it wasn't supposed to be here until late tomorrow.
We walked down to the pond, chatting about nothing consequential, and Sara sat on the dock, giving me a very pleasant view of her open crotch while she got her shoes and socks off. Then she stood and started to walk to the end of the dock, but before she could jump in I scooped her up from behind, pressed my lips against her belly, and blew.
"THHHHHPPPPPPPTTTBB!"
She cackled and squirmed out of my arms, but I grabbed her again and started tickling her ribs and belly. She shrieked and laughed, then twisted out of my reach and dove into the pond.
Surfacing, she stuck her tongue out at me. I couldn't follow, since I was fully clothed. She swam around a bit, then concentrated on washing the s'more debris off while I glanced pensively at the darkening sky and the huge thunderheads piling up in the distance. They were getting closer, and the wind was getting stronger. Maybe the weatherman was off a day.
Then again, when has the weatherman ever been right?
"Hey kiddo, better hop out and dry off. It looks like we're gonna get some bad weather soon."
She returned to the dock and I reached down and hauled her up by her hands, and she stood on the dock dripping wet, her pale skin covered in goosebumps, little pink nipples erect, and wet hair clinging to her head. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered.
"It's freezing!"
It was pretty chilly, but more so for her since she was wet and standing in the wind. I looked up at the sky again and frowned.
"It looks like we're gonna get some rain soon. We'd better hurry back."
She trotted over to where she'd left her socks and shoes and started to sit down to put them on, but I interrupted.
"Don't waste time putting them on, just pick them up."
"But- if I go barefoot, the sticks and rocks and stuff hurt my feet."
"I'll carry you. C'mon. Let's get back in the tent before it rains."
I bent down and hefted her up, giving her a piggyback ride to the tent. She stuck her feet out in front of us and wiggled her toes, swinging a shoe in each hand, and hummed some tune while I carefully studied the feel of her damp crotch on the back of my neck.
It started raining before we reached the tent. Hard. It was freezing cold too. Sara shrieked at the sudden splash of cold water from the sky, and I broke into a run. We reached the tent and I basically tossed her into the tent and jumped inside to zip it shut before the tent was flooded by the downpour.
We spent a few minutes huddling in the tent, listening to the rain beat down on the nylon above us, while I took off my shoes to avoid tracking mud into the tent. Sara sat on her little mound of blankets and waited to dry off, still humming that song. It seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place it.
As I sat there, listening to the rain and her humming, I glanced over at her. She sat with her knees, book between her feet, reading. I studied the pale, smooth, milky skin, the way her mosquito bite nipples stood out from the rest of her, the shape of her thin legs and the curve of her butt, the freckles sprinkled across her nose and upper cheeks like the first hints of the Milky Way appearing in the night sky, her damp hair clinging to her forehead...
Now, whether or not it was appropriate in any way, shape, or form to be sexually attracted to an 11 year old girl, she was pretty. She was definitely an eye-pleaser regardless of whether or not you lusted for her inappropriately.
We were alone, in the wilderness, with no around for miles, she was naked, and she had proved herself quite willing, or at least very curious. I wondered if I could take further advantage of that.
"Hey, Sara."
"Hmm?"
"You don't get sex ed until next year, right?"
"I think so. I dunno. We haven't had it yet though."
I casually asked, "So if you knew a lot of the stuff beforehand, do you think you'd make a better grade?"
She seemed to think about it for a moment, then nodded. That certainly made sense.
"So do you remember what all the parts are on a guy and what they do?"
"I think so."
"I dunno," I said, sounding skeptical. "I'm sure you'll remember. How about I quiz you?"
"Ok," she said, putting her book down and sitting up attentively.
I slid out of my pants, then got on my knees and pulled my boxes down to expose myself to her.
"So which one's the penis?"
She giggled and pointed.
"Ok, which part is the head?"
She pointed, and I pretended I couldn't tell what she was pointing at; she then reached out and poked it.
"Ok, so what's this part called?"
"The... shaft?"
"Mm-hm. So what's the penis do?"
"It gets all big and hard."
"What else?"
"And then it squirts that snotty stuff. Oh, and it pees too."
I smirked at that one.
"What's this part called?"
"The scrrrrr..... scretum?"
"Scrotum. What's inside it?"
"The testacles!" It rhymed with Hercules.
"Testicles," I corrected. "And what do they do?"
"They make the slimy stuff that squirts out when your penis feels really good."
"What's it called?"
"Uh..."
"Semen."
"Semen. Ok."
"And what's it for?"
"It makes babies!"
I pulled my boxers back up and patted her on the head as I sat down.
"Good job, kiddo. You know all the guy parts. What about the girl parts?"
She adopted a puzzle expression and scratched an itch on her back.
"The vagina?"
"Right, that's part of it. But do you know all the parts?"
"Girls have more parts?"
I laughed and she looked embarrassed.
"Of course. So you don't know what they all are?"
She shook her head.
"Here, I'll show you. Spread your legs."
She looked me in the eye and held me there for several long seconds. After a moment's hesitation, I saw nothing but trust in those deep, blue eyes. She immediately spread her legs apart and looked down at her own crotch in curiosity.
My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack. It was all I could do to keep my hands from shaking in nervous excitement. I bent down to her level.
Her outer labia were smooth, without so much as a trace of peach fuzz, milky white, a freckle on the left lip. Just the tip of the clitoral hood or inner labia, I wasn't sure which, peeked out from between her lips. I gently reached out and touched one side of her labia, stroking its softness.
"This outside part is called the outer labia."
"Labia?"
"It's Latin for 'lips', 'cause they look like someone's lips, kinda."
"How do you know all that?"
I smiled at her and responded, "I'm a grown up. We know these things."
She smiled back.
"You're a cool grown up. You know all kinds of stuff."
We both returned out attentions to her privates and I gently parted her outer lips.
"Hold those open."
She reached down with both hands and pulled her labia aside, affording me a clear view of what was hidden inside her Venus' cleft.
It was pink and moist, and very clean looking. Much more so than in any adult porn I'd seen. The inner labia seemed to be vestigial only, a neat little arc on either side of her slit that met to form the little nub of her clitoral hood. I pressed my index finger against the opening of her holy-of-holies.
"Do you know what this is?"
"My... vagina?"
"Uh-huh. Do you know what it's for?"
"That's where I pee from, right?"
"Not even close, kiddo."
"Really?"
"Yep." I rubbed it with my fingertip, marveling at how I was really touching the entrance to... yeah, let's just skip the verbose descriptions, shall we?
"I didn't know that. I can't really see down there," she said, defensively. "So what's it for then?"
"Mmmm," I considered my responses, then went with, "It's complicated. You won't understand it all until you're older."
"Oh. So where do I pee from, then?"
I looked closely and... couldn't find it. I poked the general area of where it should be.
"It's a little hole there. And do you know what this is?" I was touching her hood now.
"Nuh-uh."
"That's your clitoris."
"My what?"
"Clitoris. It's a little bump that hides underneath this little fold of skin here."
"What's it do?"
"Well... you know how you can make me feel really good by touching my penis?"
"Yeah."
"The clitoris is sort of the same thing for girls."
"Really?"
"Yup. If a boy touches it just right, it feels really good."
She bent over and peered at her crotch, trying to get a good luck.
"You wanna try it?"
She met my eyes again; no suspicion, no disbelief, just childish curiosity. Which I was shamelessly taking advantage of.
"It feels good for girls like it does for you?"
"Yup."
"Ok!"
"All right, come sit in my lap."
She wiggled around into my lap, I leaned her back with me so we could both see, and she spread her legs for me. I wrapped my left around her waist and she clung onto it with both hands, while my right hand slid down to her crotch. I started gently rubbing her outer labia with my index and middle fingers. Man, she was silky soft.
"How's that feel?"
"It feels funny."
"Funny how?"
"It kinda tickles."
"Do you like it?"
She thought for a moment, then shrugged.
"I guess?"
I continued rubbing her labia for another minute or so, then gently parted her lips and rubbed my index finger up and down her slit. She made a sudden intake of breath.
"How's that?"
"It... tickles."
"Is that good, or bad?"
She didn't answer.
"Do you want me to keep going?"
She squirmed in my lap a little, then nodded, a blush spreading across her face.
I rubbed up and down her little slit for a while longer, then rubbed my finger in a shorter arc across her clitoris. When I got no overt reaction, I placed my finger directly on top of her hood and started rubbing in circles.
She squirmed and giggled.
"That tickles!"
I laughed with her and rubbed a little harder. She suddenly froze, a startled look on her face.
"Whoa."
"How's that feel?"
"It feels... weird."
"You want me to stop?"
She stayed frozen for a long moment, then nodded uncomfortably. I was disappointed, but I guess it was to be expected. I removed my hand from her crotch.
"Ok."
Then I hugged her with both arms and quietly spoke into her ear, "I just want you to feel as good as you made me feel."
She blushed a deeper red, turned around in my lap, and hugged me back. We held each other like that for a few seconds before I realized she was shivering.
"Are you cold?"
"Yeah."
"Better get dressed then, you don't want to catch a cold."
She got up, slid on her panties, night shirt, and socks, and burrowed under the blankets. Come to think of it, I was getting pretty chilly too. I folded back my sleeping bag and slid inside, then zipped it up.
We both lay there, reading by our flashlights, listening to the steady drumbeat of heavy rain and the rumble of approaching thunder. I glanced at my watch; if it weren't raining, it'd be getting dark right about now.
"I'm cold."
"Here, c'mere kiddo."
I unzipped my sleeping bag, grabbed the pad underneath her and her nest of blankets and slid the entire assembly over next to me. Then I wrapped one arm around the bundle of blankets with her inside and scooted her into the sleeping bag with me and zipped it back up.
"Better?"
"Yeah."
We read for a while longer, until I noticed she had dozed off and I set her book and flashlight aside. She sleepily wiggled deeper into her nest of blankets so only a bit of light brown hair poked out and then lay still. I smiled to myself as I brushed my hand through her hair, gently so as not to wake her. Then I turned off my flashlight and lay there in the dark.
You know how cartoons have that little angel that stands on your shoulder and encourages you to resist temptation? I didn't hear a peep out of that guy the entire time I was fondling a little girl's crotch. As soon as I turned the light out, the little bastard jumped out and was yelling, "That was wroooooong, mister!"
Hey, asshole, where were you when all this started? He was jerking off while I got a handjob and fondled a little girl, that's what. Then as soon as I'm alone, more or less, he does his best to make me feel like a guilty piece of shit.
Well, I guess that's what I was.
And once again, I lay there in the dark, feeling guilty and afraid, hating myself for what I'd done.
Thunder boomed in the distance.
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